Helga slowly walked home and approached her building with caution. Only reluctantly did she open the door. Olga was playing the piano. Much to Helga's surprise, she heard that Olga was missing notes...and laughing about it.

"C'mon you're doing a good job!" Louis' voice laughed.

"You can at least take the blindfold off." Olga responded. "I don't know this song too well."

"You haven't earned it yet." Louis teased.

"When will I...?" Olga asked wistfully.

"When you..."

"Hey!" Olga playfully objected, and the next thing Helga heard was the sound of two people kissing and sucking on each other. She growled and smacked her palm to her face. As Olga continued to brokenly play the piano amidst her and Louis' shared laughter, Helga's brain began to spin. She hadn't heard either Bob or Miriam. The words of Dr. Bliss began to repeat in her head as she hesitated in the foyer.

Should she or shouldn't she? This was not something she was particularly looking forward to. She didn't even know what she wanted to say, if she even decided to say anything at all. Was it worth it? They seemed happy...maybe that mood would transfer over? But then again...

"Well Olga, I've gotta run."

"Louis, are you sure you can't stay for dinner?"

"Nah, I need to make some arrangements for tomorrow."

"Oh...OK." Olga answered.

Helga scowled again as Louis emerged into the foyer, followed by Olga.

"Bonsoir baby sister!" Olga greeted. "Did you have a fun time outside?"

Helga only crossed her arms and peered up at her quizzically.

"I'll see you guys later." Louis said after he put on his coat. He gave Olga a light kiss goodbye and smiled down at Helga, who narrowed her eyes in response.

Helga walked upstairs without saying anything more.

Helga kept quiet throughout dinner and most of the rest of the night. She took to her room quite early and went to sleep. The next morning, after a brief breakfast in which Olga constantly tried to make conversation with her which she avoided as much as possible (lest she be stuck with her while Louis and Bob were gone), Helga returned to her room and took out her pink book. Her thoughts were whizzing. Dr. Bliss had really upset her equilibrium. While her head knew that she should follow her therapist's advice, Helga's emotions told her to do nothing. Her shrine to Arnold was the go-to response when in doubt.

"Oh Arnold,

Why must I keep all my feelings bottled inside?

Why must the love I have for you hide?

I want to open the dam, to confess!

But my darling, the world wants to keep my feelings repressed!

Help me Arnold, hold me in your arms!

How I wish I had such strength, through which my body may convulse,

You and I together would give Olga a firm repulse!"

"Wow, that's good!" Helga said excitedly and was about to write some more when an intrusive series of knocks rattled her door.

"Baby sister are you in there?!" An overly-excited voice asked.

"Yes, Olga." Helga answered, annoyed.

Olga took this as an invitation to step inside. Helga growled and threw her book under the bed. She scowled.

"Oh Helga, there you are! You've been so quiet since you came home last night. Is everything OK?"

"Everything's fine, Olga."

"Oh goodie, because I've got a special surprise for you!"

Helga crossed her arms and looked up at Olga indifferently.

"Well, I thought that we'd spend the day together, just the two of us! Isn't it fantastic?!"

"Huh?" Helga asked incredulously.

"Oh isn't it so exciting?!" Olga squeaked excitedly and ran over to hug Helga.

"Oh..." Helga groaned, but Olga did not hear her.

"I thought that we'd first take a little ride around the park and then we'd go and get something to eat, and for tonight..." Olga trailed off with a smile while Helga looked up at her in distress. "I got us two tickets to the opera, and they're good seats too!"

Helga's jaw dropped.

"Oh isn't it just wonderful?" Olga sighed dreamily. "Now that I'm home we can finally bond with each other at last! Isn't it exciting?! I've been wanting to spend some time with you and today is just perfect!"

Helga was at a loss as to how to respond. As she began to ponder the situation more, Dr. Bliss' words came into her mind.

"You need to talk to Olga in a more direct fashion and tell her your real feelings."

Looks like it was now finally time to take Dr. Bliss' advice. Olga had forced it on her. She did not want to do anything with Olga, especially not see an opera. Olga was stressing her out a lot. It was time to face the music.

"No Olga, it's not." Helga responded.

"It's not?" Olga asked in surprise.

"Olga, might you for once consider my feelings? I hate the opera!" Helga yelled. That came out more angrily than she thought it was going to.

"But..." Olga trailed weakly.

Helga raised a finger to cut her off.

"It's the same thing with you every time you're here Olga! You suck up all the attention, and then you try to bond with me. You think everything's 'fantastic' but you never listen! You're just in your own little world! You're never concerned, really concerned, for me or what I think! Even the other day, when I tried to tell you my concerns about the school play, you ignored them! Do you know that when you came, and Louis entered in grand style, everyone's thoughts were riveted on you, when I put in all the work on that thing?"

"But Helga..." Olga tried to object. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

Helga again raised a finger. She was being honest. Just like Dr. Bliss told her to be.

"And even more than all of that, Olga, you're way too smart to not notice that there's a lot of problems in this house..."

Olga's lips began to quiver and she began to shrink back.

"And they effect me a lot, and apparently you too, but you never acknowledge or want to address them. You just keep pretending everything's perfect. It's not!" Helga screamed. "But you just prance around the house all day, and just pretend to think that nothing's wrong. You only add to my stress. Face it Olga, you're bad sister."

The dam broke and Olga began to cry and wail, in a distress that even Helga had never seen her in. She collapsed to the floor for a while, bawling her eyes out while Helga frowned and put her fists on her waist. Olga slowly and painfully got to her feet. It seemed like she had a ton weighing her down. She peered at Helga's expressionless face through a veil of tears and bolted out of the room and ran into her own, slamming her door shut behind her.

Helga indifferently watched her go. She would not emerge from her room for the rest of the day.